Late afternoon in the open air;
A human sea made out of mud and hair.
Ain't nothing like a festival crowd:
There's too many people so we play too loud.
 
[snip]

We hit the stage, with rock and rage
And do our best to earn the maximum wage.
The lights are ****, the sound's for the birds,
Don't know the music and we don't know the words but still we're

Stinkin' up the great outdoors
Stinkin' up the great outdoors
Stinkin' up the great outdoors
And the kids don't mind!